Daffodils

Feb 13, 2008 03:03

My sister gave me Daffodils. She said "Thank you for not killing me last week. And for being quiet and for taking care of me." 
They're really pretty, and they smell lovely.






She and I get along the least (between the four of us). We're really good at starting fights and pushing each other's buttons. I'm always surprised when she does nice things for me (especially since I'm so mean to her).
As kids I always ragged on her, and made her do gross or mean things because I could. She was one of those "I just want my big sister to play with me" kids who would do whatever I said so I'd be playing with her. I can't tell you how many mud pies she actually ate, or how many times I shortchanged her on things we were supposed to share. (Example: Mom gives me a box of animal cookies to share with her. I divy them up as follows, counting aloud:
One *give her one cookie* Two *give myself two cookies* Three *give her one cookie* Four *give me four cookies*, Maybe that's why I'm fat and she's skinny. Maybe God really is still vengeful...)

Anyway, she said she was just going to get me a bouquet, but they were all Valentine's Day ones, so she bought me a pot of Daffodils.

sisters, daffodils

Previous post Next post
Up